After setting up a tent outside Hukou Pass, Liang Feng couldn't sit still for a moment and just wanted to leave the pass. However, Xingdao was no better than the other side, and it was getting late, and with only so many soldiers, it would have made people nervous. How could the guards let him be in danger? After being blocked in the pass, he calmed down a little, but Liang Feng did not try to be brave, and ordered the scouts to greet him. Unexpectedly, the scouts have not yet mounted their horses, and they are looking forward to the people they are looking for.
Regardless of the comfort of others, Liang Feng forced the switch and stood in front of the switch himself. This battle must not be easy, he is mentally prepared. But the moment he saw Yi Yan, Liang Feng still felt like something was stuck in his throat, so he was speechless.
He was clearly wounded and bruised. It makes people wonder, why is it still standing there? The expression on his face is even more like falling into a dream, which is confusing and heartbreaking.
Liang Feng couldn't help but call out his name. Before he finished speaking, Yi Yan fell to the ground.
At that moment, Liang Feng didn't know what was in his mind. He ran up and rushed to the other side amid the exclamations of the people beside him. Kneeling on the ground, he pressed his fingers on the other side's neck. The blood stained on the fingertips, and there was the faint pulse that never faded.
He is still alive. still alive! It wasn't until this moment that Liang Feng's fingers trembled and he couldn't control it at all.
"General!" Wang Long was also taken aback by this change and rushed forward, but he did not expect to fall behind the lord, and no one even caught it. However, he was born in the military anyway. Without careful inspection, he knew that it was just a coma due to loss of strength, and hurriedly said, "My lord, the general is afraid that he has lost his strength. On the way, he never rested..."
It's okay not to say this. As soon as he opened his mouth, Liang Feng glared at him angrily: "How did you pick him up? Why don't you let him rest in Yecheng for a few days? Are you dying in such a hurry?!"
I have never seen the lord get angry, Wang Long was dumbfounded and said, "Yes, it's the general, he doesn't listen to persuasion..."
This embarrassment caused Liang Feng's anger to subside slightly. Now is not the time to lose your temper. Grinning his teeth, he stood up and said, "Quickly carry him through the gate, there are medical officers in the camp waiting!"
It's all like this, how dare Wang Long be negligent? He quickly called his own soldiers and rushed to the tent with his own hands.
Simple medical bills have long been prepared and come in handy. The two medical officers felt the pulse respectively, and in unison confirmed Yi Yan's symptoms, that is, overexertion and sudden mood swings, leading to coma. But there are a lot of injuries that need to be healed. The medical officer in the military who treated trauma was familiar with the road and began to remove his armor and boots, and prepared to help Yiyan clean the wound, carry out treatment and bandage.
There is no fear that grabs my heart. Liang Feng gradually relaxed and carefully looked at the figure on the hospital bed.
He lost weight, was seriously injured and out of shape, his spirit was gone, and he had black stubble growing on his face, and he looked like a barbarian. Yi Yan is indeed from the Hu ethnic group, but over the years, he has always paid great attention to appearance. Not to mention being so dirty, Liang Feng had never even seen him with stubble. The two small braids that were grown in the early years were also meticulously combed into the bun. If it weren't for the facial features that could not be changed, his demeanor was even several times cleaner than many scholars.
And at this moment, where is the original appearance
The damaged armor was thrown on the ground, and before the clothes were removed, the medical officer stopped his hand and said to the nurse beside him, "Go and get some hot water."
"What's wrong?" Liang Feng couldn't help asking.
The medical officer replied cautiously: "Reporting to the envoy, General Yi has been fighting for too long these days, and there are many wounds that cannot be treated in time. The cloth has grown in the flesh. If it hardens, it will tear off the flesh..."
Liang Feng clenched his fists fiercely. Even when he was born and died, he never encountered such a situation. The clothes are stiff and grow in the flesh? Along the way, how many times did he wipe the scythe of the god of death and escape from the siege
Seeing that the envoy did not answer, the medical officer said again: "I am afraid that healing and cleaning will be unsightly, so you may not wait outside the tent..."
"No need!" Liang Feng flatly refused. He wants to see if Yi Yan's injuries are any hindrance.
Hearing this, the doctor did not dare to say anything. The hot water was brought in, and he started wiping to soften the clotted blood. In some places, it can be removed gently, but more often the fabric is torn abruptly. The wounds, large and small, opened innumerably, some bright red, while others began to fester, showing a blue-black color. The smell of blood also came out, mixed with the foul smell, making people breathless.
That must be painful. The texture of Yi Yan's shoulders and back has been unconsciously tensed, and the cold sweat is pouring out, and wet marks are drawn in the dirty blood. But such severe pain did not make him wake up from the coma, and he even bit his teeth tightly, and refused to reveal a moan.
Liang Feng only felt a buzzing sound in his head. Every movement of the medical officer made him tremble involuntarily, as if the pain was hurting himself.
There was another soft sound, and a large piece of flesh was pulled out along with the clothes. Liang Feng couldn't help but opened his mouth, wanting to scold the medical officer, can't he take it lightly? However, when he saw the beads of sweat on the other's forehead, he suddenly woke up and walked out without looking back. He shouldn't have stayed here. With him, the medical officer didn't dare to let go. This is torture for Yi Yan.
Outside, Wang Long was standing at the door anxiously. He was kicked out just after the consultation and cleared the field, but he was really worried, and he stayed there and refused to leave.
Liang Feng didn't let him in, and asked, "What about the rest of the soldiers?"
When the lord asked questions, how dare Wang Long not answer: "They are all in Yecheng. The general ordered them to rest for a whole day, and come back when they can move."
He remembered that other people were made of meat, could it be that he was made of iron. Liang Feng's expression darkened again: "Are there many people who are seriously injured?"
Wang Long nodded: "Many people can't sit still. But those who can return to Yecheng should be safe."
The meaning in this sentence is clear, it is really serious and fatal, and it is impossible to finish the return journey.
There were more than 1,300 people, all of them elites from the Liang residence. This loss is painful and unbearable. Liang Feng closed his eyes: "All the dead are heroes and martyrs, and they should be rewarded."
Without them, where would this easy victory come from? No amount of rewards can bring back these loyal and brave spirits.
Wang Long's expression is also a little sad, they are all brothers, how can they not feel distressed? If this battle, he can also lead troops to participate in the battle, maybe he can save a few more lives.
For a while, the two of them were speechless, but a woman exclaimed suddenly in the tent.
Liang Feng was shocked and walked back to the tent quickly: "What's going on?!"
The medical officer said embarrassedly: "It's nothing, it's just that the nurse wanted to wipe the wound on the general's chest, but the general suddenly moved, making her jump..."
Sure enough, the man on the couch had his arms tightly clasped to his chest, as if he was grabbing something, but he still didn't wake up.
The medical officer hurried forward, trying to take out the things in his hand, but he couldn't move it after trying twice. Now there is more sweat on the medical officer's head, and there are many wounds on General Yi's arm and chest, which must be dealt with. How can this be good
Liang Feng stepped forward and gently held Yi Yan's hand: "Bo Yuan, let go. This is a medical bill, don't be nervous..."
I don't know if it was his voice that reached the man's ears, or the gentle soothing eased his nerves. The hand loosened, and something slipped from the palm.
With quick eyes and quick hands, Liang Feng caught the thing that almost fell to the ground. It was wet and sticky, covered with blood and sweat. But when he saw the thing clearly, Liang Feng was stunned.
It was a jade carving of a Buddha statue. In ancient times, jade ornaments were rarely worn close to the body, but were mostly made into rings and hung on the waist. This Buddha statue may have also been intended to be used as a pendant, which is two circles larger than the Jade Buddha of later generations. But now it is hanging on Yi Yan's neck. Moreover, the Buddha statue did not look like the common engraved version on the market, and it did not have the appearance of a Hu person with a high nose and deep eyes. On the contrary, it is similar to the Buddha statue produced by the party, and between his eyebrows and his eyes, he is somewhat similar to himself.
Behind him, Wang Long said, "Is this the new carving of the general?"
Liang Feng tightened his hand and held the jade: "Bo Yuan likes carving jade?"
"Well, when I was in the camp, I often thought about it myself. It is said that it is a handicraft from the family..." Wang Long said halfway, and suddenly found that the lord's face changed, and quickly shut up. After all, it's clumsy work, and it's not worth spreading.
However, Liang Feng's discoloration was not because of Wang Long's words. He remembered that Yiyan had given him a jade pendant a few years ago, and he thought about it with his own hands. So what is this Buddha statue used for now
My heart felt as if it had been rubbed hard, and it was full of grief and pain. Since he came to this world, he has never been short of accessories, and there is no impression of where the jade pendant is placed. Why waste time and effort to carve these for him...
However, holding Yupei's hand, he grasped it even tighter. Liang Feng took another look at the man who was still in a drowsiness and still frowned, and said to the medical officer, "Continue to bandage. When the diagnosis is over, report it to me immediately."
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With a slight tremor, Yi Yan woke up from her sleep. It's not that he slept enough, but the burning pain like forging and digging, which made him escape from sleep involuntarily. However, when he woke up, he felt unable to move. The body seemed to be torn into several pieces and put back together again, the pain was unbearable. Accompanied by the pain, there is a buzzing in the brain. His nasal passages were blocked, his mouth was dry and hoarse, and it was extremely difficult to even breathe.
what happened to him
Wood lay in a daze for a while, and Yi Yan finally remembered the scene before he passed out. As if being hit by a whip, he flicked his body and wanted to sit up. A voice came from the side: "You just finished sewing, lie down."
Yi Yan froze all over, and didn't dare to move, so he twisted his neck a little bit and looked beside him. I saw a small case beside the couch. A man was leaning there, looking over here.
Those handsome brows and clear eyes have only been seen in dreams for more than half a year. But now, the man was sitting beside him, with a tired expression between his brows and eyes.
"Master... lord..." His lips trembled, and Yi Yan squeezed out his voice.
However, in the next moment, he seemed to think of something, so he lowered his head and looked at him. Seeing this, Yi Yan's face changed color. He was not wearing any clothes, only full of bandages, and a thin quilt was hidden around his waist. He was taken to the hospital? He passed out in front of the lord? Just dressed like that
Seeing the colorful and embarrassed look on the young man's face in front of him, Liang Feng got up and walked to the bed.
"Next time, I'm going to tie a line of orderlies next to you. If you're injured, you still have to fight back. Do you think your life is too big?" Liang Feng's voice was neither salty nor light, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry. There are more than 20 scars, large and small, and there are six if you see the bones. If you boil it for a few more days, there will be no need for a medical officer."
Looking at the man's stern face, Yi Yan's lips trembled again: "The last commander... the last commander will be sure next time…"
This is not like a cold-faced general who is invincible and invincible in front of outsiders. Something in Liang Feng's voice trembled, he spread out his right hand, and handed something to Yi Yan: "You carved this?"
Yi Yan involuntarily reached out and touched his chest. There was nothing but a thick bandage.
This thing was discovered by the lord
Before he could figure out how to respond, Liang Feng said again, "Are you going to send me?"
This time, Yi Yan's face was even redder, but he still struggled and nodded.
Liang Feng raised the corner of his mouth: "Women should bring Buddhas, men should bring Bodhisattvas."
And this statement? Yi Yan only felt a blank in his mind, and grabbed the sheet under him. However, at this moment, the man opposite sighed: "Well, it can protect you and it should be of some use."
As he spoke, he picked up the new red rope and hung the Jade Buddha around his neck.
This is an accessory that should not be hung around the neck. However, when the soft-line Buddha statue reflected on the elegant and handsome face, something in Yi Yan's mind was broken.
Suddenly standing up from the bed, he grabbed Liang Feng's arm and said, "My lord... Your lord, have you answered?"
Liang Feng's brows twitched: "You just had stitches, do you want to rupture the wound?!"
Although his voice was stern, he did not deny it, nor did he refuse. Yi Yan's mind became a mess, and he suddenly exerted force on his hand, pulling the person into his arms.
Liang Feng stood by the couch, completely unprepared, and this time he couldn't even stand. After Yi Yan was seriously injured, his physical strength was also extremely weak. He was brought to him, and the two fell on the couch like this.
Heck! Liang Feng was startled and wanted to get up. The hit was too hard, and it might crush the wound. But those hands hugged him like a drowning man grabbing a driftwood.
A suffocating hug.
Liang Feng stopped struggling. He felt that the man under him was shaking, shaking like a candle in the wind. So close, his face was buried in his neck. A touch of wetness stained his clean neck.
The man cried. Silently, with humility and trembling, weeping. Is this a surprise, a grievance, a regret, a pain? Liang Feng couldn't guess, and he didn't have time to tell the difference.
A heart was flattened by the damp heat stuck to the neck. All struggle, all fear, all distress and unwillingness, all turned into a wisp of green smoke. Liang Feng relaxed his body and gently wrapped around the trembling body.
He was wrong, very wrong. This is not a world that can be worn out over time. Even the pampered gentry could not survive half a hundred years, and it was even more precarious when they entered the battlefield. Maybe it's just a mistake, it's a goodbye.
And how could he bear to part with him like this
But for decades. Liang Feng sighed softly and closed his eyes.